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An Evening With Neil Gaiman & Amanda Palmer
Disc 1
01. My Last Landlady
02. The Rhyme Maidens
03. The Day the Saucers Came
04. Feminine Endings
05. The Winter Gardens
06. In Relig Odhráin
07. The View From the Cheap Seats
08. I Will Write in Words of Fire
09. The Man Who Forgot Ray Bradbury
10. Making a Chair
11. 100 Words
Disc 2
01. Margaret Cho introduces the Show
02. Makin' Whoopee
03. (Introduction to The Problem With Saints)
04. The Problem With Saints
05. Jump (for Jeremy Geidt)
06. Ask Neil and Amanda
07. (Introduction to Broken Heart Stew)
08. Broken Heart Stew
09. Poem for Amanda
10. Poem for Neil
11. Electric Blanket
12. Psycho
13. (Introduction to I Google You)
14. I Google You
Disc 3
01. I Want You, but I Don't Need You
02. (Introduction to Dear Old House)
03. Dear Old House
04. (Introduction to Gaga, Palmer, Madonna: A Polemic)
05. Gaga, Palmer, Madonna: A Polemic
06. (Introduction to Judy Blume)
07. Judy Blume
08. I Don't Care Much
09. Map of Tasmania
10. (Introduction to Do You Swear to Tell the Truth, the Whole Truth & Nothing but the Truth So Help Your Black Ass)
11. Do You Swear to Tell the Truth, the Whole Truth & Nothing but the Truth So Help Your Black Ass
12. (Introduction to I Will Follow You Into the Dark)
13. I Will Follow You Into the Dark (for Ashlie Gough)
14. Look Mummy, No Hands
15. Ukulele Anthem
Psycho

Can Mary fry some fish, Mama?
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lordy how I wish Mama
You would keep the baby quiet
cause my head is killing me

I saw my Ex again last night, Mama
She was at the dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White, Mama
I killed them both and they're buried under Jacob's sycamore

You think I'm psycho, don't you, Mama?
Pour some coffee in my cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you Mama?
You better let them lock me up

Oh don't hand me Johnny's pup, Mama
Cause I might squeeze him too tight
I'm having crazy dreams again, mama
so let me tell you 'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama
standing right there by his bed
with my hands around his throat, Mama
wishing both of us were dead

You think I'm psycho, dont you, Mama
I just killed Johnny's pup
you think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
You ought'a let them lock me up

You know that little girl next door, Mama
I believe her name is Betty Clock
Oh, don't tell that she's dead, Mama
cause I just saw her in the park

We was sitting on a bench, Mama
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama
And then my mind just walked away

You think I'm psycho, don't you Mama?
Didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you Mama?
Mama, why won't you get up?